Rick has his victory. In his head, he was probably thinking of awards, or cheering, or handshakes, or something that says, “You Won!”
It probably did not occur to him that anyone would walk up and have this conversation with him. He’s probably wondering now if anyone actually HAS done so, or if maybe he’s hallucinating.
Paste isn’t the sort of person to make a goofy bet. He’s more the ‘tails I win, heads you lose’ kind of gambler. And what sort of maniac makes the lunatic bet himself when there’s a patsy around to send in for you?
Also, Mal thinks the big end of the stick is just for counterbalance. You have earned my admiration if you realized that’s what was going on.
There’s a conversation that happens in the second panel. Two family members can, if not know what the other would say, assume that they’re saying the opposite of each other anyhow.
The argument isn’t going to change either one’s mind. It’s just so that one of them (Each assuming they’re the one) will get to say, “I TOLD YOU SO” later on.
Odd. I think I may have used this concept in an earlier cartoon. Or two.
Or forty.
Everybody has a style.
and everybody has a skill level.
and everybody hopes for good luck.
That’s kinda the thing about sports, isn’t it? You watch the same thing over and over again and see what the outcome is each time, varying with style, skill and luck.
Fun!
You can tell when things are winding down at the ol’ Outdoorfest, can’tcha?
I won’t say that golf is totally counter-intuitive… But there’s an awful lot of stuff to learn if you want to play, and not all of it makes sense on the surface.
Really, even the concept is a little tricky. “Get the ball into that little hole, dozens of yards away? Why don’t I just plunk the first six or seven into that handy lake? That’s what they seem to want to do anyhow.”
So far as I know, this is the last Hubris cartoon of 2016. Next week, you get a Christmas image and I get a week to spend with my family. Family includes my brother, so hopefully I’ll have some silly photos before and after I get some ridiculous injury. He’s coordinated and outdoorsy. I try to keep up, but let’s face it… I draw funny pictures. Nice Hand/Eye coordination, but not so much past the wrist or brain stem, y’know?
Y’all have lovely Christmases, and Hannukahs, and Festivuses, and Agnosticas and Winter Solstices and End-Of-The-Tax-Years, and New Yearses. Be good to one another. Be the kinds of people you wish everyone else was. See ya here in 2017.
‘Triathalon”
I almost spelled it that way in Paste’s word balloon, but it doesn’t look wrong enough. I grew up alongside people who said a lot of words wrong. “Fambly.” “Chimbley.” “Theeatre.” “Nekkid.” “Mathamatics.” “Archaeopteryx.”
Mostly, it’s endearing. Don’tcha think?
I wasn’t going to draw Lowell trying to seat himself at the table with everyone. You can imagine it every bit as well, and maybe better, than I could have drawn it for you. Eww, you got a filthy mind.
Yeah, it’s easy to say “Wow, Lowell is a crappy neighbor.” But when you’re of a clearer mind, it’s ALSO easy to say, “Wow, Paste is a really, really crappy neighbor.”
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